Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Sunny weather.

The two armies encountered each other and finally started fighting.

We have gone through high mountains and long distances, waiting hard just for this military encounter.

On the rugged wilderness in front of the Kneeling Stack.

On one side are the Lannister troops wearing red robes and lion helmets. They are uniform and equipped with uniform standard weapons.

On the other side are the allied forces from King's Landing, Vale, Northland, and Riverlands. Their armors and weapons are all different. Although they are all elite, they can't help but feel chaotic.

The two armies spread out from east to west.

It was as dark as a colony of ants, and like huge waves coming in layers.

Domeric looked around.

A forest of spears, iron spears and armors, the head and tail of which were invisible due to the billowing dust.

Everyone in it is like a small boat in the vast ocean, truly feeling the insignificance of the individual.

Domeric knew very well that this battle was related to the political direction of the entire Westeros and had a significant impact!

He had been mentally prepared before the war.

The best case scenario is to defeat the Lannister army in one fell swoop, capture Tywin and the 'Kingslayer', and then coordinate the forces in the North, the Vale, the Riverlands, and the King's Ridge, and send an army directly to capture Renly and Stannis, and pacify " "Five Kings Rebellion"!

Then continue to "take Joffrey hostage to command the princes", coordinate the power of the seven countries, fight against the White Walkers, and resist the alien invasion of "Dragon Mother" Daenerys...

In the worst-case scenario, this battle would result in a huge defeat and the entire coalition would fall apart.

Domeric had no choice but to lead the remnants of the Northern Army back to the Northern Territory, send people to guard the Neck, and at the same time defend the White Walkers on the Great Wall...

Then continue farming, live an idyllic life with a wife and children, and stop thinking about dominating the continent of Westeros within 20 years...

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The whimpering and vigorous horn kicked off the attack.

The four bronze cannons took the lead in roaring, with fire splashing everywhere!

But the Lannister army seemed to have been prepared for it. The chariot at the front of the phalanx was stacked with thick shields, and thick cotton cloth was wrapped between the shields. It was a simple version of the shield chariot.

Domeric sighed. After all, the power of the six-pound bronze cannon was too weak and could not penetrate this kind of shield vehicle.

After the gunfire.

In the dust mist and the sound of killing, the hoofs of the horses roared, as if there was an ambush from all sides.

It's like thousands of troops are coming from all directions, and it's terrifying even before you even see the enemy.

Where the two armies were fighting, countless men and horses fled in confusion.

Domeric looked up and felt his scalp tingle.

The dense black spots in the sky looked like someone had poked a hornet's nest. They were really "arrows raining down", like a heavy rain on the plains.

In an instant, there was a "dinging" sound like a hailstorm, and people kept falling down.

"Kill! Kill..."

The continuous shouting amidst the sound of horse hooves is like a tsunami...

The war ahead is probably heating up.

Domeric, surrounded by a group of iron cavalry, patrolled the battlefield along the infantry square.

Amidst the whistling sound, sand and stones flew, and the sand and stones hit the face painfully. The dust was blown up by the wind, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

The battlefield situation is ever-changing!

As soon as Domeric opened his eyes, he suddenly found a commotion in the infantry formation on the flanks in front!

A group of infantry from the Riverlands fled back in an organized manner. The soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor and fell out of line. They were really embarrassed to the extreme.

It's like being chased away from a rabbit, chasing it like crazy, just running for your life, you can't bear to look...

Seeing this, Domeric quickly ordered the reserves to block the gap. If they were allowed to collapse, they would only disrupt more of their own infantry phalanxes.

"Fuck! Whoever retreats will die!"

There was a loud shout and an explosion!

The person who drank violently was the Great Jon of the Umber family. He was a nearly two-meter-tall northern man with thick muscles all over his body. He was a formidable warrior.

Great Jon has always called himself "The First Warrior in the North", no matter whether anyone wants to admit him or not.

I saw Great Jon holding a war hammer and hammering it directly on a deserter. The heavy war hammer hit sparks flying...

"Climb for Grandpa!"

The Great Jon shouted again and quickly swung his hammer to strike several times from left to right, killing several deserters immediately!

The special muffled sound of a blunt instrument hitting bones is terrifying.

Blood sprayed all over Greatjon's face.

There was a brief moment of silence, so short that it was almost unnoticeable.

For a moment, the deserters were frightened and were stunned.

The rout of small stocks has finally stopped.

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Domeric looked at the front of the formation.

Finally realizing what the source of this commotion is?

Gregor "The Mountain" held a six-foot-long two-handed sword in one hand, and a shield made of extremely thick oak boards with the family crest of the three black dogs painted on it in the other hand.

Wherever it goes, no one can stop it!

He led a force of heavily armored cavalry in a long-distance advance, specializing in attacking the infantry's flanks and advancing straight into the depths.

The dust raised by the cavalry then spread, like a burning fuse that was about to detonate the entire battlefield!

Domeric looked at his old rival quietly.

"Magic Mountain" is like a peerless warrior in the novel who can defeat all enemies but only one man can defeat him.

What makes people even more helpless is that the "Magic Mountain" Gregor's left and right wings are all well-armored cavalry attendants. They are all extremely fierce and protect the "Magic Mountain" in the middle.

They were heavily armored, even their horses were all covered in battle armor.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds came up to greet them, but most of them were blocked by the attendants.

Even the few arrows that hit the "Magic Mountain" were unable to penetrate its armor.

Domeric stared at Gregor "The Mountain" among the cavalry.

Take the bow, nock an arrow, and gently twist the bowstring with your fingers.

By the time this group of armored cavalry charged into the advancing phalanx, they finally entered Domeric's shooting range, at a good angle.

The bowstring was pulled apart with great force, taut in the air.

This moment felt extremely long for Domeric.

He could clearly feel his breathing, and his eyes, arrows, and targets seemed to have merged into one whole...

This feeling of wanting to ejaculate is very mysterious!

Domeric imagined himself as Gregor Clegane the Mountain.

Following the rhythmic ups and downs of the war horse, you can feel the direction of the horse's sprint.

The most appropriate moment in intuition!

Domilik suddenly discovered that the wind had turned into a fair wind at some point. Everything was so perfect, so perfect that it was touching!

No hesitation, no excuse.

"boom!"

The sound of violent strings rang in my ears.

The speeding arrows pierced the air with high pitch and rushed forward quickly.

In the dust, Domeric seemed to hear a "chi" sound.

"Oh!"

A loud bang.

"The Mountain" Gregor Clegane fell off his horse!

The armored heavy cavalry charging into the formation seemed to have lost power for a moment. The charge stopped, and some attendants dismounted in panic to save others.

The fiercely burning battlefield fuse felt as if it had been stepped on by a foot.

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All kinds of screams, shouts, and sounds of fighting filled the battlefield.

No matter you want to scream or beg for mercy, you will be drowned in it and it will be useless.

People are like the tide, and dust is everywhere.

Whether you are trembling with fear or pretending to be aloof, it all seems to be of no use.

Domeric looked up and saw a crowd of people, and countless swords were flying and flashing rapidly among the crowd.

The wilderness in front of the Kneeling Stack is like a large pot of boiling water. People are like fish and shrimps, struggling desperately in the boiling water.

The dust in the air seemed to be stained with a layer of blood mist.

Let the sun in the west look blurry like a ball of evil blood hanging on it.

The sunset is like blood, and the sky is filled with red.

this moment.

The ground is shaking!

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